The burning fury in Michael Marshall's eyes was about to erupt, and his cold voice seethed through his clenched teeth, "You're warning me, threatening me!"
Daniel Marshall stared at his father with icy eyes, no longer hiding the contempt in his heart, "Grandpa is getting old and can't handle everything anymore, Dad. You need to hold up the Marshall family yourself, there's no room for you to be indecisive. If there's a rift between us, it gives others a chance, you better think about that!"
Michael Marshall spat out in annoyance, "I don't need you to lecture me, don't overestimate yourself!"
Daniel Marshall stood up, his hawkish eyes still glaring at his father, "Grandpa is very stubborn, heartless, even ruthless, he's made mistakes, but at least he considers us in his decisions. What about you, Dad?
Your emotions shouldn't influence your ideas, shouldn't sway your judgment. You make me feel like you're trapped in a mire, being manipulated by others.
